|Above: mathematicians |
wasting their lives.
|There is, unfortunately, only one |
Jaime Escalante. Also, he's dead.
Most of us, through luck of the draw, got stuck with bored, disengaged middle school math teachers who'd be hard pressed to generate enthusiasm for candy and R-rated movie day much less algebraic equations so, maybe we should lower our expectations a bit when it comes to advanced mathematical proficiency.
|"Ok kids, what's it going to be? Predator 2 or Showgirls?|
Anyone? How bout skittles? Everyone likes skittles, right?"
|"What's a train?"|
Sure, I suppose the wifi could go out and civilization could devolve into a savage battle for survival, but these kids have already read Hunger Games, so they're pretty prepared already.
|If each of the twelve districts send two tributes, how many kids do you |
have to murder on live television to get Donald Sutherland off your back?
|"And thanks to our skill set, we know|
exactly how shitty our pay is..."
-Some math teacher
I mean this is America, right? We went to the moon (shut up, yes we did), we didn't decide it was too far and then settle for a trip to Vancouver or something, and we did it with math. We did it because it was the hard thing to do. We did it because we believed in American exceptionalism and-holy shit, it is really hard for me to get enthused about math. Like, I'm really trying here. Thanks a lot, public school.
|"238,900 miles? That's like a million miles! Fuck this..."|